Soupy Senpai

The Final Stage

     As I lift the cover from the bowl, a gush of steam escapes - spreading your magnificent aroma across the room like a gentle breeze. I ever so gently add stars made of perfectly golden toast to make you more beautiful than you already are, and I lay out a shining spoon that is just itching to be submerged in your umami (savoury) goodness. I lift the spoon to my lips, anxious to feel you inside of me. As you effortlessly grace my esophagus, I am filled with warmth, and also I feel like a hole in my heart has been filled. My Senpai was finally mine, and my life was complete.